Chapter 2750: with translation of chapter title

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Besides Su Yun, everyone in the room was stunned. The style suddenly changed, leaving everyone at a loss. One side worried that true qi would burst out of the body, while the other side wanted to take an X‑ray—such an absurd style that no one could accept it immediately.

"Zheng……" Yan Zhangsen uttered only a single word, and his voice went completely hoarse. In that instant, even Yan Zhangsen began to doubt his own decision to seek Zheng Lao Ban to safeguard the Dharma.

True qi is taking shape—he said he wants to take an X‑ray!

"Where's the nearest hospital? At least we need an X‑ray." Zheng Ren said, "Clinical data are insufficient; I can't give a definite diagnosis. I suggest we also do a blood count and a stool parasite exam…… and then……"

"Zheng Lao Ban, why don't you rest a bit?" Yan Zhangsen said helplessly.

This is just telling someone to leave, only said politely.

Zheng Ren glanced at Yan Zhangsen, then his gaze focused on the patient. Whether the slender hard object in the sacrospinalis muscle is a parasite or true qi taking shape, clinical auxiliary examination is needed to determine it.

At that moment, a thought unrelated to his condition suddenly popped into his mind—without an examination, he wouldn't see a doctor.

Damn it, I have a system cheat, yet without an exam I don't know what's going on—can an ordinary doctor tell at a glance? It's witch‑doctor stuff! Zheng Ren muttered to himself.

Song Moyi broke the silence, speaking softly: "Zheng Lao Ban, legend says the heavenly tribulation can be great or small—great, it lays waste a thousand miles, with snow in June; small, it still produces various omens."

Zheng Ren sighed. Although her words were veiled, he instantly understood Song Moyi's meaning—that there was no way to send the patient to the hospital.

Hospital—even the smallest town‑level hospital is surrounded by thousands of households. If it were really like a nuclear bomb…… no, that definitely wouldn't happen. But the patient's family insists on not going to the hospital—what am I to do?

Zheng Ren suddenly thought of this problem.

What a huge pitfall—it's been like this from the start. If it weren't for that list containing something I've long dreamed of, I wouldn't have come here risking my neck.

"If anything changes, leaving the old house will bring regret too late. Zheng Lao Ban, please proceed with caution." Song Moyi simply explained the situation.

"Wang Guifei's ascension to immortality is recorded in the histories. A hundred thousand people watched, yet nothing special was seen." Su Yun looked at Song Moyi and said. After all, she is Song Moyi, so her retort is still relatively gentle.

"Do not disturb the secular world." The patient lying in bed whispered.

His voice was hoarse; just six words, yet it seemed he had expended all his strength, sweat streaming down in threads.

It's clear he is enduring the severe pain with great willpower.

Zheng Ren sighed; he could ignore Yan Zhangsen's words, he could ignore Song Moyi's, but the patient's own wish still must be respected.

Having studied medical ethics for so many years, it has long been ingrained in Zheng Ren's consciousness and behavior.

"Well……" Zheng Ren pondered, "Yan Zhangsen, the X‑ray machine needs developing; I fear it won't be ready soon. Can we borrow a B‑ultrasound machine from a hospital?"

Yan Zhangsen finally realized he was wrong—wrong from start to finish.

True qi taking shape would surge out of the Governing Vessel's Changqiang point like a great river, yet Zheng Lao Ban stubbornly insists on doing an examination.

If it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban standing before him, Master Yan would have already lost his temper.

"Master Yan, should I get in touch?" Song Mo xi broke the awkward atmosphere, speaking softly: "Just follow what Zheng Lao Ban said, right."

She gently persuaded.

"All right." Master Yan didn't hesitate further, it was a makeshift solution; he immediately said: "Yan Zhangsen, lend me a B-ultrasound machine, the sooner the better."

"We also need an anesthesiologist for epidural anesthesia; bring the relevant medicines, and also disinfect a room—we might need to perform Shou Bing later." Zheng Ren said firmly.

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the room became stagnant and viscous, impossible to stir. A heavy weight pressed on everyone's chest, each person filled with countless thoughts.

Zheng Lao Ban is going to perform Shou Bing!

Su Yun's first thought was—this is an illness, not some mysterious true qi transformation.

Master Yan felt somewhat bewildered—Zheng Lao Ban's abilities have reached such an extent; is he preparing to use surgical methods to assist his junior brother in overcoming the tribulation?

Song Mo xi furrowed her brow slightly; she had no Doubt, only felt amazed that Zheng Lao Ban could resolve the demon fetus, keeping her and her child safe. Now they also need to use surgical means to resolve true qi transformation, assist in overcoming the tribulation... This can almost be described as miraculous skill!

Yan Zhangsen sighed, turned and left.

Just do what Zheng Lao Ban said; after all, it's a case of treating a dead horse as if alive—now nobody has any better ideas.

"Zheng Lao Ban, please rest a while." Master Yan said in a low voice.

Zheng Ren shook his head, sat beside the patient, and said: "I'll keep watch."

Song Mo xi gave Master Yan a look; Master Yan understood, left the teenager to help, and then he and Master Song left.

"Master Yan, you're wrong." After leaving, it was afternoon, the sun shone brightly, warm on their bodies. Song Mo xi didn't stand on ceremony, speaking directly.

Master Yan sighed, slightly shook his head, and said: "Master Song is absolutely right; I shouldn't have invited Zheng Lao Ban."

"No, you Understanding wrong my meaning." Song Mo xi said, "I mean you shouldn't Doubt Zheng Lao Ban."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, you and I can only find traces in old texts." Song Mo xi said, "All rivers flow to the sea, all laws return to the source—how could you know Zheng Lao Ban's words are baseless?"

"But..."

"Back when I was pregnant, the claim of a demon fetus—true or false? Zheng Lao Ban lent me his strength, bringing me back from the dead; isn't that enough?" Song Mo xi said firmly, "According to the divination, even within falsehood there remains a sliver of vitality; I trust Zheng Lao Ban."

Master Yan's expression changed repeatedly; he raised his head, gazing straight at the midday sun.

After three breaths, Master Yan straightened his demeanor, bowed deeply to the ground: "Thank you, Master Song, for pointing the way."

"No need for formalities; our two sects share the same origin and energy. I merely speak from personal experience, so I feel deeply about this." Song Mo xi smiled, "Please, Master Yan, set up the various formations as soon as possible."

"Hmm." Master Yan nodded, "Please, Master Song, assist me."

Having said that, he strode away and instructed the people waiting outside.

Inside the room, Zheng Ren sat upright on a wooden chair beside the bed, his solemn gaze fixed on the patient drenched in sweat.

"Boss, you really going to do Shou Bing?" Su Yun asked.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "You and I are both wrong."

"Wrong?"

"I ask you, if you encountered such a patient in the Emergency Department, what would you do?" Zheng Ren said firmly.

Su Yun stared for a moment, then gave a wry smile. Only our Boss would stubbornly treat this person as a patient, thinking from a doctor's perspective.

"Just check it out—what else can we do?"